ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru lands softly on the in the murky waters as the things gets smashed away from them by the strange boy's fist that arrives. He
coughs lightly as he asks,"Not that I don't appreciate the help, but I think some introductions are in order?" as he glances at the other two males near him with his glowing red eyes. The dark voice inside his head cackles insanely as it whispers,"You could just kill all the students to please the Great Ones" as he tilts his head to the side as the tendrils of insanity slowly begin to corrupt the small amount of humanity that remained. His eyes blink in shock as the nurse's words slowly echo throughout his mind again causing him to snap out of his blood crazed state. He whispers quietly to himself with a hint of malice,"What the ******** that nurse do to me... I usually have no problems killing someone as he clenches his fists tightly. The shadow fox fades away as it feels the inner turmoil of Mamoru's mind and decides to be silent or the time being as it reappears back on his shoulder. He stares at the two debating on if he shoulder leave them to fend for themselves before he simple states,"The names Mamoru Shigehito" as a malicious smile spreads under his mask, while his eyes seem to glow red in the eerie darkness of the marshes before he decides to keep walking through the marshes as they begin to near a massive shadowy figure in the distance.
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Zanko cussed as more introductions were needed. "Brash....that is my name." He told Leo before he looked off. "We should tred carefully....that tremor may have shaken loose some of the earth. So be wary of holes and sinkholes." Zanko warned them as they walked forward.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.
Equipment ~{x}: Wooden Baseball bat | Strapped to his right belted side loosely | ~{x}: Stone Shuriken x 2 | Stashed in left pant pocket | ~{x}: ~~~ | ~~~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 5/7 ~{x}: --- ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
Normally Leo wouldn't concern himself with whoever decided to tag along with him. Having decided to accompany the other two was more out of ignorance whether it was required since there was only one creature to kill. With Mamoru uttering harsh whispers to himself, and Zanko who appeared much younger than either of the other two male's seemed oblivious to their companions potential lunatic behavior. Matching Mamoru's crimson luminescent gaze with his own nefarious illuminated scarlet iris's before brandishing both of them a wicked half smirk. Leo didn't need a voice reminding him of his immorality, he simply allowed a subtle method of logic to dictate his behavoir. One that allowed the devil to casually sacrifice both is companions if they decided to complicate their mission. That was if he didn't find a reason to kill either of them himself, a fact he'd acknowledge with any number of possibilities his imagination could conjure.
"You can both call me Leo."Speaking in his typical languidly hypnotic quality of speech, lulling one's opinion of the devilish male through an impression of carelessness. Advancing forward with the group Leo would make certain to absently remain within visual range of Mamoru with his left hand dug into his pocket. Displaying both thumbs hanging out with his other four digits idly positioned upon the stone shuriken's within the pocket so he didn't unintentionally stab himself in the leg as much as be able to draw them out at a moments notice. He'd have a chat with Brash about their psychotic friend later. Leo having been more accustom than most to picking up on the subtle hints that marked ones nose dive into escalating madness.
"Aren't we the colorful bunch. I'm going to take a stab in the dark, and guess that neither of you are very familiar with wetlands or killing wild animals bigger than your average dog..."
Mindful of his footing with each sway of the baseball bat strapped through his right belted side he'd allow for a witty retort, or surprising confession. In truth the largest animal Leo had ever taken out was a tie between the polar bear incident when he'd last got holed up in Greenland over bad weather, or the giant gorilla's from when he'd been kidnapped in the Congo, and dumped in the highlands of Kahuzi-Biega while looking for the mythical horns of the 'Abada' for one of his old clients. He'd wrestled American alligators on a couple occasions though they didn't mark the biggest reptile's out there compared to what could be lurking about in the waters about them.
By this are you truly known
Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 10:38 am
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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"I'm more of read about this place in a book. So I can sorta navigate through....but there was a tremor not too long ago." Zanko told them while he walked on ahead, trying to find a large crack in the ground.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru waves off Zanko's warning about sinkholes and mutters,"I'd be more worried about this creature and place that Nightmare sent us after without any information on" as he recalls the horrific missions that resulted from little to no information. The dark voice laughs insanely inside Mamoru's head, but doesn't say anything important. He quietly places his hand up on his head as he listens to Leo's comments before he slips in next to Leo, while Zanko is situated in-front of him with his paranoia eating away inside him at the fact that one of them was behind. He coolly states,"]I may not be familiar with wetlands, but I know one thing for sure is that wild animals are weak compared to anything with brain that becomes trapped. It becomes far worse with the higher the intelligence of said creature is..." as he quietly sloshes through the murky water. As they continue to walk through the marshes toward their supposed destination; his face becomes a look of cold, empathetic as he becomes focused on the job. He utters coldly without much thought or care,"So why are you two here at this school beside to train..." as he stares at the strange shadow buidling ahead of them that seems to become clearer.
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Zanko continued to walk with them as they sloshed through the marsh. "This place is a bit cold for my tastes though." He told them both before he soon spotted a large crack in the ground not too far from there. "I think I see the crack everyone!" Zanko said as he picked up the pace as quickly as he could to get to the place.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
Ignoring the poorly comprehended answer to his previous question with a sly mischievous flash flaring only upon his left scarlet iris in some ominous manner of a playful wink. Less intelligence wouldn't count for much when whatever monster it was had the home turf advantage. Confident in his new abilities Leo would simply roll with the flow, walking along side Mamoru whom he'd keep a short distance from. Not out of anticipation of anything, rather to not slap him with the baseball bat semi loosely strapped under his belted side.
"Mind your surroundings for a decent spot to lure this b***h out too if s**t hits the fan in there. "
Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:53 am
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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Zanko got to the crack first and examined it. But then he remembered Mamoru's question and replied, "I'm here only to better myself....and to find out who I truly am....." He then picked up a rock and dropped it down the large crack to see how deep it went. He listened in close for about a 10 minutes before he heard a hit. Zanko cringed and looked around before he looked at Mamoru. He had a slight grin on his face before he walked over to Mamoru. "Hey, summon one of those things that you used to attack me. We'll need something big to land on or to use to land us down there. It is a very long a** drop."
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru shrugs his shoulders as Leo slips a few paces away from him, while they come to a stop behind Zanko. He rubs his head softly as he sees Zanko drop a rock down a crack in the ground before he mentions that he should summon his pet. Mamoru crosses his arms as he calculates the options of the suggestion, while he smirks saying darkly,"Well we could always through you down there" as laughs at his joke. He sighs after a few minutes and says coolly,"Alright alright... I'll summon the beast" as he motions for Zanko to move out of the way. The dark voice inside his mind grumbles out,"I don't understand why you are helping them" as he begins to gather dark swirling energy around his massive form. He thrusts his open palm forward as he sends a small amount of dark matter in front of himself, which results in a rip in space to open. After a few seconds the rift becomes big enough for a strange creature to step out of the rift with a clawed hands and two massive wings behind it. The massive beast bores into the souls of the small group without a face as the creature's barbed tails swish behind the massive form of the creature. He sens out a simple command for the beast to disappear down in the rift as he glances through the beasts eyes, while the night gaunt travels into the entrance of the temple. He glances at Zanko and says,"We can weave some vines together and use them as rope for us to climb down" as he crosses his legs, while he focus on the night gaunt's sight as it scouts the entrance of the temple for them.
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Leonardo S. Tensatsu
roninhope
enamored silence
Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 6:18 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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"It takes 10 minutes for a rock to hit the ground....we'll need a ton of vines." Zanko told him before the ground shook once more, the crack had gotten bigger. "We need that thing to take us down. Cause from the estimation...this fall is about like falling from half a skyscraper. And there are barely any vines around us." Zanko told Mamoru while he looked down the crack. He was ignoring the small joke made by Mamoru.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru sighs as he hears Zanko's statement about the fall before he stands up quickly. A few seconds later, the night gaunt reappears out of the darkness from the depths of the earth with no a scratch and it grabs a hold of Mamoru. The night gaunt disappears into the earth with Mamoru's eyes peering into the darkness, while his creature sets him down on the cobblestone pathway into the hidden grove. He shouts up to Zanko,"We might have a problem with a lack of sight" as he glances around before his face-less beast flies back up to the top and grabs both of them by their waists before carrying them down by Mamoru. His face-less creature lets go of them before he flies off into the darkness to observe the area in front of them.
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roninhope
enamored silence
Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:42 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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Before Zanko could reply, they were brought down into the dark area of the grove. Zanko looked around before he soon said, "Anyone know how to get a fire started?"
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru silently pulls out a silver case from his pocket as he flicks the case open before he wordlessly pulls out a cigar, while he clips it and ignites the cigar with a silver lighter branded with the kanji symbol for yakuza. He lightly puffs on the cigar before he asks,"Would this work" as he waves the lighter for his cigar in front of Zanko, while he blows out a grey ring of smoke. He winces in pain as his face-less creature screeches in pain, while Mamoru tries to locate the source through the panicking vision before he notices something glinting in the wall. The dark voice in his eyes mummers,"Hmm arrow traps, huh" as mamoru sigh in annoyance before replying calmly,"Proceed with extreme caution as my pet was attacked by some trap embedded in the wall" as he holds out the lighter to Zanko and calmly says,"Gonna need something to burn though" as his red burning embers of his cigar illuminate his red eyes.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:14 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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Zanko looked at Mamoru and was quick to reply with, "The lighter will work." He then took the lighter kindly before he looked at the ground and found a large stick and lifted it up. He tore off a strap of his jacket and set it ablaze. It took a few minutes, but now they had something for light. "Come on, let's get moving...and as Mamoru said, stay wary of traps...."
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.
Equipment ~{x}: Wooden Baseball bat | Strapped to his right belted side loosely | ~{x}: Stone Shuriken x 2 | Stashed in left pant pocket | ~{x}: ~~~ | ~~~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 5/7 ~{x}: --- ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
With talk about summoning a creature followed almost immediately by the actual act Leo would recount his previous notion of Mamoru. It seemed there was a Gene-X capable of some unimaginable feats with proportionate side effects. Something worth remembering for later. In the moment he'd hardily register the gaunt's reappearance from the shadowy shaft to grab their wrists. Returning the grip for some measure of leverage he'd brace his feet against the murky edge when he could, careful not to sway about too much. Luckily, not being the sort to rush completely unnecessarily he'd mark the words about traps while grasping about the top portion of the wall for anything dry enough to burn. Unsuccessful he'd take notice Zanko, introduced as Brash ripping off part of his jacket. Not terribly partial to his own current attire he'd tear a section of his own sleeve's to the elbow's to wrap about the end of his baseball bat to create a versatile torch and weapon.
"Indiana Jone's don't have s**t on us gentlemen."
Replying in general to the warning about the traps littered about Leo would instantly recall a combination of his own treasure hunting days to every movie he'd ever watched that incorporated some old school method of ancient ambush devices. Making use of his own bic lighter to kindle a small flame which would expand as he slowly rotated the wooden bat to catch the flame around the cloth portion. Thrusting the tip forward in the only direction they could travel he'd eye about in the sphere of light they emanated now. Half glancing at Mamoru with sly smirk he'd add a brief comment.
"Any chance of using your pet here as a meat shield?"
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